Overthrow of Darkness

A force of darkness camps before

The city praised in songs of lore,

And threatens down her walls to bring,

And crown their gen’ral cruel, their king.


Hosts on hosts take up their arms,

To hunt the just and do them harm;

For darkness treasures nothing fair,

Except as trophies in its lair.


Yet, as the fallen hordes approach

In dimmest shadow as a cloak,

O’er the field of battle shines

A gleaming ray of brightest light.


Though the evil army great

In numbers vast would seal the fate

Of city fair, yet crumble they

Before the clearest light of day.


The darkest night, though black and foul,

Is pierced by starlight; therefore, how

Could evil souls prevail upon

The people who abide in sun?

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